Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 56

Bastien‘s POV

“You were about to mark me!”

I stumble backward, dazed as Selene’s words pierce through the fog of lust. She was right, I was about to mark her.

My instincts had completely taken over, Axel was urging me to mark her as he had a thousand times before, but my old self restraint is long gone. I thought my mate was dead for three years, kissing her again was too much too resist. If I mark her, make that searing, claiming bite that will forever tie her to me and announce to the world that she belongs to me, she’d never be able to run again.

Even now, knowing how wrong it would be to mark her without her consent, I have to admit the idea is tempting. I watch my mate obsessively, taking in every facet of her expression and demeanor. She’s so beautiful with her wolf alight in her eyes, a wolf that still seeks mine despite Selene’s objections.

I cannot hear the call myself, but Axel certainly can, She’s calling me, He insists, she needs the mark just as much as we do. She’s in pain without it.

I study Selene carefully, reading anger and longing in her stunning features much more strongly than any fear or rejection. I know Axel is right just as certainly as I know the human part of Selene has no intention of giving me permission to mark her. So who should get to decide, the woman, or her wolf?

Icock my head to the side, the scent of Selene’s arousal still heavy in the air. “Tell me not to.” I order huskily.

“What?” Selene falters, taking a step back despite the fact that I haven’t moved an inch.

“If you don’t want me to mark you,” I instruct slowly, “Tell me not to tell your wolf to stop begging mine for the mark.”

She isn’t!”

lies, little wolf.” I scold, some of my pain and rage over her betrayal bleeding into the words without my

unconvincingly, then breaks, “You’re doing this! Selene accuses, looking like she might be on the verge of tears. “Tell your wolf to stop

those times that having a wolf is downright inconvenient. He’s ruled by instinct,

hypersensitive eyes to the she-wolf again. She looks just like she did in our early days together, so skittish and overwhelmed with feelings she’s beside herself. Every wave of agitated energy rolling

to the first bedroom I can find, I tuck her into the thick covers and drop a string of kisses on her sweet-smelling head, feeling a rush of warmth when she smiles and coos in her sleep. Mine.

you the first hundred

as if she’d had to exert all her effort not to follow me. She’s wringing her hands, but when I move towards her, her eyes don’t glance back to the room where

mark you.” I say again, “Make me believe

but it would seem rejecting me now is a lot more difficult than it had

like I did the very first time we ever came together, the day she’d accused me of not being attracted her because I’d overestimated the amount of time she needed to

her wolf was not entirely gone then; she‘d always reacted to me differently that she

was necessary but unable to hold back. The steady pound of cascading water fills the room, and I listen for a moment, deciding that the distance and the noise should provide sufficient buffers to the

her body into mine, “Last chance, baby.” I tell her, pulling her top over

me helplessly, full of thoughts and memories too complicated to rise to the surface. Emotion clouds her lust-dilated pupils, and

Selene’s POV

and pleasure until I’m writhing in his arms. My back is to the wall and my hands are restrained above my head, wrists trapped in one of Bastien’s massive hands. A rumble of pure male satisfaction

and right as the

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